I glanced back at Landon, who I had thought was still asleep in my bed when I crawled out – an hour earlier than I had initially wanted – in an effort not to wake him. “I have to go down to the inn this morning,” I said. “I was trying not to wake you.” “Why do you have to go down to the inn?” “They’re breaking ground on the greenhouse today, I have to be there to look over the new plans.” “They’re breaking ground before the plans are complete? That sounds like a bad idea,” Landon grumbled sleepily. “Why don’t you come back over here and I’ll make your morning a little brighter – no construction required.” That sounded like a heavenly idea – one I actually considered, for about two seconds, until I realized that the one sure route to a bad morning would be for my mom to come looking for me. “I have to go down there,” I replied ruefully.
